Here’s a list of some of my favorite kid movies. Some of these I saw first as a kid myself; some as an adult. But I’d watch any one of them again now — with or without my kids.
I felt like I was suffocating. Worst case scenarios spun through my head. I remembered reading that in abduction situations, the first three hours are crucial.
Now that the joy of no school has faded into that perpetual, annoying chorus of “Mom, what are we going to do today?”, I’m searching for entertainment.
Many of you already are showing your concern about these draconian cuts by showing up at rallies, writing letters, signing petitions and calling state legislators. But more of us need to dive into the churning waters of state budget policy to protect education and our kids’ future.
I often refer to laundry as the Sisyphean stone of parenthood. It’s the number one never-ending chore of parenting. Number two, after laundry, comes grocery shopping.
Seems like yesterday I was changing diapers, while today I’m explaining the term “suicide bomber.”
Not that I want to talk too much about the ravages of aging, but some obvious differences between us at 18 and us at 45 include more adipose tissue and less hair. And those 25,000 beers we’ve drunk over the past 30 years? Some of them stuck around to pad our middles — making us more huggable, right?
My kids are veggie-challenged, green-phobic, liable to screech annoyingly before letting a sliver of broccoli touch their lips.
The lowly chicken has been big news around town lately.
We never forget our best teachers. But do we remember to thank them for what they’ve done for us?
In honor of Earth Day, I talked to Enviro-spouse about his work on climate change with the Sustainability Institute and how it affects the kids of today and tomorrow.
I’ve been seeing lots of those stick family car stickers around town, mostly on the back windows of mommy vans and stud-daddy SUVs. What’s the point of these stickers?
My angel-faced son was not quite 2 years old when the director of his church preschool called to tell me my boy had dropped a wooden block on his foot, then yelled, “S**t!”
Big news here in Edgy land. This is my final Edgy Mama column. I’m traveling a new career path, one that other Ashevillians have taken, though I’ll be the first female to dip my big toe into the vat o’ hops. No joke.
I’ve been talking to other parents about how they keep up with what their kids are doing online and elsewhere. And I’ve been thinking about issues like trust and responsibility and the dangers posed by the interconnected, information-rich world most of us live in.
Here are a few recessionary ideas for throwing fun — but cheap — par-tays for your kidlings.
Experts say that chores help kids learn responsibility and build self-esteem. That’s great, but I need more non-negotiable child labor around here.
The recall’s hitting me at home, in my mostly all-natural organic, locally sourced home — and in my community.
Here’s a video preview of this week’s Edgy Mama column.
Here’s a video sneak preview of this week’s Edgy Mama column.
How many times a day do you say, or in my case, yell: “Go wash your hands!” If you’re an elementary school teacher, probably 500 times daily. If you’re a parent of smallish children, at least 200 times. I’m exaggerating, but if you’re not telling your kids to wash their freakin’ hands all the freakin’ […]